Wearing a Green Shirt: I Am Really a Scholar

In this world, sages wear furs and wild dogs read Li Sao. When Chen Xiao climbed out of the abyss of sin, he had a man-eating curse engraved on his back and a book of farewell in his arms. In the Daqian Dynasty, rituals and music collapsed. An upright man from a well-known family shares his spiritual roots in the temple, and keeps saying that he will continue his teachings for the past saints; he is sharpening a rusty knife in the mud, and every word and deed is to send his enemies into reincarnation. "I don't have any hobbies, I just like to talk things over with people." Chen Xiao wiped off the blood and mud on his face and performed a Confucian salute to the corpses on the ground. "Since you don't listen, I have no choice but to plant it on your graves with my own hands." If there is no true saint in this world, then I, the false saint, will have to fight my way out.